I made my Aunty cry a couple of nights ago. It was my singing that triggered it, but hopefully not because it was so bad, as my Dad would once have joked. I’m very happy to be back at singing lessons now I’m home in Melbourne and I was sharing with Aunty D and my … Continue reading In the arms of the angel
There were no singers or musicians when I arrived at Covent Garden for breakfast this morning. The romantic in me likes to think it was because it’s my last day in London, the last day of this incredible trip. In reality, it’s because I had rolled in earlier than I had every other morning, trying … Continue reading Sounds of silence as I head home
I was already contemplating the sad reality that my Spanish adventure was coming to an end when I walked into the Basilica of the Sagrada Familia during my final couple of days in Barcelona. As soon as I stepped through the front doors into the main hall of Sagrada Familia, I felt moved by the … Continue reading I leave Spain and heave a sigh, and say goodbye
Right now, it feels like I am on an exploration of womanhood and its many wonderful paths. That's because the people I have spent the most time with since being made redundant in early April have been other women. During my first stop in my home State of Western Australia, I spent a lot of … Continue reading Same tour, different journeys
Ronda is apparently a place where writers and poets of previous centuries have come and found inspiration for their work. Take a stroll around this Andalusian city nestled between the mountains and it’s easy to understand why, although there are also places here so lovely you could easily find yourself lost for words. Either way, … Continue reading Never lost for pictures in Ronda
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